Well, I do like my dad…

It’s my dad’s birthday.  He’s the greatest dad / grandpa / neighbor / guitar teacher / homework helper / gadget collector /rock skipper / cattail boiler  EVER.

I wrote this poem a couple years ago:

Ode to my very favorite Dad

A hundred million years ago
On sunny springtime day,
A baby boy arrived and said
Let's go outside and play!

He quickly learned to swim and ski
And fish and sail and hike
The mountains were his second home,
And his best friend a bike.

He flew jet planes and hang gliders
And chased the rising sun,
And found a wife and seven kids
To join in all the fun.

The children's lives were magical
With huts and courts and swings,
Sailing trikes, canoes, and bikes,
Sleepouts and trampolines.

The children grew but they all knew
That life was not a bore...
He'd taught them how to find adventure
Outside every door.

Still he climbs up every hill
Through rain or hot or cold,
And all who know him love the boy
That never will grow old.

 

I love you to pieces, D.A.D.!